Imagine Rashomon remade as a tame and frivolous '60s sex
comedy and shot with the zoom happy, retina-challenging
elan characteristic of the director. We're offered four
accounts of the same evening out: she describes a
farcically failed rape, he a seduction; the lewd night
porter tells of another couple and a same-sex pairing
off, while a psychiatrist infers chaste abstention. The
audience may prefer a fifth version where the cast is
massacred by one of Bava's mad axemen; though let's
spare Pascale Petit, a starlet ten years earlier and
about to become surplus to requirements, still spirited
and good humoured in her final role.